A new start, a new life. Ned tells me how to de-stress. Tall and slim with long legs, like you really. I chose to ignore that comment. I realised I was describing elements of his separated wife and stopped. To cut a long story short, they grilled me, they.

Set free to spread its wings. Singing its song of freedom. Posted by Beatnik du Jour. On April 29, 2015 in poetry. Where no one could see. That kept his treasure near. Posted by Beatnik du Jour. On April 28, 2015 in poetry. When the world comes to an end. The people will lie down. Letting the fire in the sky. Posted by Beatnik du Jour.

Good, Evil, and Lingerie. Pleasure, pain, and the sexiness of what lies between. Fragility, Unity, Beauty, Individuality. We have a human-likeness with snowflakes. At times we stand alone in the cold, while others coalesce in palisades. In spite of how we fall, we each love, we all desire. And so now I slowly exhale a.